Page 59 of This Is War: All's Fair Duet
I suck in a breath, my chest burning, because my lungs refuse to function. What. The. Fuck.
Logan joins us, holding out his hand for the card,briefly reading it before he slaps it back into Trip’s hand. He eyes me, his expression unreadable. “Can we just get these seven minutes over with?” Pivoting on his heel, he pushes into one of the closets, leaving me to follow in his wake.
The second I step inside, he slams the door shut behind me, leaving us in total darkness. There’s an audible ripple of noise from the people outside the door, but then the music fires back up. The voices become muffled. We’re alone. Me. Logan. And the stifling hostility between us.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Logan seethes. “That card. Who the fuck does Trip think he is?”
I step closer, wishing I could see more than a slight flash of the whites of his eyes. “Whatever, Logan.” Shoving his shoulder, I send his body into the wall behind him with a thud.
“The fuck is wrong with you,” he bites out.
If I can push him hard enough, rile him up, maybe he’ll do this, and I can walk out of here with the money.Fuck.And maybe… “You want to suck my dick, Logan. Tell me you haven’t thought about it.” I release a knowing chuckle, pressing closer and grasping the back of his neck in my hand so he can’t move. He’s trapped between my chest and the wall, much like he’d been between me and the bed. Only the last time, he’d been naked.
Seeking to provoke him in one way or another, I tiltmy pelvis toward him. In a flash of white-hot carnal desire, I realize I’m hard. Turning myself on with my own fucking words. I shove my free hand between us, first sliding my fingers over my straining dick… then brushing the backs of them over his.
“Jaxon, you’re deluded,” he growls, hot breath fanning my face, our lips a hair’s breadth apart. Teasing. Sexy.
My head reels, caught between the fucking game we’re playing for money and a need so potent it threatens everything I’ve ever known. I spit, “The way you writhed under me. Sought out my dick with yours. You know you wanted it then. Want it now. And the idea that you could have it, shut away in this closet… It’s fucking killing you. Think about the way it would feel to have your lips wrapped around me, the taste and feel of my cum spurting down your throat.”
His mouth is right on mine when he murmurs roughly, “Admit you want it, too. Tell me you want my mouth on you.”
Those words have my abs dipping, the intense hunger of the moment winning. I slam my mouth to his, plunging my tongue inside, immediately demanding fucking everything from him. We’re still battling with lips and tongue when he tears his mouth from mine and grips me by the shirt, spinning us around. He presses my back to the wall. “Tell me now, or I’m walking out of here.” The words fallheavily from his lips, raw desire spiking like an electrical current.
My chest heaving between us, I rasp, “Suck my dick, Logan.” I can’t see him, but I can feel his stare as my blood heats within my veins. The entire world as I know it tilts on its axis. Eyes crashing shut, I listen for his breaths, and thank fuck, they’re as ragged as my own.
Logan’s hand finds my dick and rubs me over my jeans. He leans in, his breath a wicked caress as he brings his lips to my ear. “Say. Fucking. Please.” Nimble fingers unbutton my pants and lower my zipper. His hands hook into the waistband, dragging them over my ass. My cock springs free, and I groan with relief. “Well, Jaxon? What’s it gonna be?” He grips my dick tightly, stroking me from base to tip.
Time seems to stop, words catching in my throat as my body arches into his aggressive touch. “Please,” I manage to grind out. The second I say it—the moment Ibeg, I know I’m in big trouble. He has me where he wants me.
In the dark, he shifts, his grasp altering. And then, one breath after another cascades over my erection. I jerk in his hand, my abs twitching. The first flick of his tongue over the head of my cock, sliding up the slit, nearly sends me over the edge. He groans, taking me into his mouth, and sucks.
“Fuuuck.” My legs shake, and I can’t help myself. Iclutch at his hair with both hands. As he swallows me deeper, and deeper still, a low, throaty moan falls, unbidden, from my lips.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. My mind jumps from the people on the other side of that door to the stupid game and the money to how to admit to Rya—the one we both want—what we’ve done… and finally, to the guy on his knees in front of me, the man who is taking my cock down his throat like a fucking champ. My stepbrother.
With my head dropping back on my shoulders, I let sensation rush through me like a runaway train as I begin to rock my hips. My heart pounds harder with every stroke into his mouth. “Take it deeper,” I groan out.
He does, letting me hit the back of his throat until I think my brain must be slowly leaking from my ears. His every action stirs volatile, heady feelings inside me. I’m coming unglued at the seams.
Slowly going out of my mind, rapture burns through my veins. Fuck, I never want this to end—and it won’t. Not until I’ve spilled down his greedy throat.
And the hell of it is, I don’t know if it’s so fucking good because I can’t see him or if I’m so fucking affected because Iknowit’s him.
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I hollowmy cheeks and suck as Jaxon slides his cock back into my mouth. His thigh quakes beneath my hand as I continue to stroke him with the other. Moans and ragged gasps of pleasure fall haphazardly from his lips. He’s fucking my mouth with wild abandon, but is it because he can’t see me? Is he imagining it’s someone else? A girl? Rya?
That’d be a mistake, if there’s a grain of truth in it. I’m no girl, and I knowexactlywhat I’m doing. I reach between his legs, cupping his balls as some unholy sound rolls off his tongue, and his fingers clench my hair tightly. Dude is so wound up he’s speaking in foreign languages. I tug, then squeeze, making him curse under his breath.
My heart thrums hard in my chest, pumping aferocious need through me. I unfasten my jeans and draw the zipper down before diving a hand inside to stroke myself. I moan around his cock, and it twitches, releasing pre-cum into my mouth. The only thing better would be if he were touching me instead. As it is, it’s enough to make me miss a beat, then gasp for air. Fire ignites in every cell of my body, licking through my veins.Fucking asshole.My head spins as a war for dominance rages between us.Why does he hate me like he does? Is that what is making this so damn good?
“Fuck,” he grunts. “More. I don’t think we have much time. Make me fucking come.”
He’s right. I release my dick to focus on him, increasing my efforts as he gets a little out of control. He slams the head of his cock to the very back of my throat over and over again.Fuck.I can’t believe this is happening. I really fucking can’t. I roughly tug his balls, then go beyond, firmly rubbing the pads of my fingers over his skin, gliding them right up to the edge of his asshole.
He gasps, panting now, and the best part for me is I’m not even really moving my hand. With every thrust of his hips, he’s teasing the fuck out of himself. I thought maybe he’d argue with me touching him like this, but instead, he’s gone all in, deep moans escaping his lips as he loses himself.
